Continued..
He could tell she was checking him out, not in the usual way he thought every girl did, (which they almost always didn’t) but this time for real! Her eyes would wonder down to his crotch, and back up to his face with a slight grin. He became a little uncomfortable, if not for the inappropriate behaviour, then for the bulge that was uncontrollably growing, giving her even more reason to stare and smirk.
As their conversation continued, talking about past experience, work ethic, qualifications, and how flexible he is, she stood up from her position and walked around the chair he was sat in, only to stand behind him and place her hands on him shoulders.
She started sliding them down his chest, to which he grabbed hold of them and protested “umm I don’t think we should be doing this!”. But she didn’t stop, she simply brought her lips to his ear and whispered “why not? Is it.. bad? Well maybe that’s what makes it so right.”
As hard as this made him, he couldn’t help thinking just how much this sounded like a really crap porn film! But by this point he was starting not to care…